Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.